"Because after all, I am just a mere moon who can't embrace the sun." - A.L.T. UNDER REVISION. DATE STARTED: 03-18-22 DATE ENDED: 04-17-22

TAMED • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH • SAPPHIC ROMANCE STATUS: COMPLETED DATE STARTED: July 2018 (Chapter 1-20) DATE RESUMED: April 2020 DATE FINISHED: December 07, 2020 (5PM PHT) Zamantha Karssen Abvelino is a sponsored student, concealing her talent and struggling with a deflated self-concept. Her world flips on its axis when a formidable teacher, feared by all, enters her life and brings a brand new set of barriers. Professor Rhio Ritchel Sandoval is an untamed authority on academia. She is an enigma. Brilliant and celebrated as a woman and an educator who commands the attention of every student who crosses her path with her razor sharp intellect and a personality as complex as the subjects she teaches. Their love affair is a fevered dance of becoming. Two straight women bending toward something dangerously new, a passionate romance that defies gravity and expectation as they tame themselves they never knew existed.

KISSING MY KRYPTONITE • WRITTEN IN TAGLISH • SAPPHIC ROMANCE [Dark Femme Fatale x Female Casanova] Ezra Meziah Veneracion breaks hearts for sport. If beauty is a weapon, Rafa Eli Cordova mastered the art of the kill. One kiss and the rules change. Who's about to crumble enough to taste her kryptonite first?

(II) (Unedited) Lincoln Eunice Astoveza lived a quiet life-books, classes, silence. She kept to herself, never stepping out of line, never drawing attention. Everything was calm... until one of their professors unexpectedly passed away, and someone new took the spot. Professor Veronica Saavedra. Bold, playful, and far too charming for her own good, Veronica was nothing like the professors Lincoln was used to. She teased with her words, smiled like she knew secrets, and for some reason, always seemed to notice Lincoln more than the rest. But Lincoln kept her distance-until one night. She went to a bar to pick up a drunk friend. Simple. Quick. That was the plan. But while searching through the crowd, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close. And before she could speak, before she could even see who it was-Veronica kissed her. No warning. No words. Just lips against hers, heat, and confusion. It should've ended there. But it didn't. Because after that night, Lincoln's quiet life was never quiet again. And the chaos had a name: Veronica Saavedra.

(III) For years, Lenesha Villanueva has been chasing after one woman-her best friend's older sister, and now, her professor. Professor Jeremiah Maureen Montero. Cold. Strict. Always frowning. The kind of woman who could silence an entire room with just one look. She's never been the type to smile, let alone entertain someone like Lenesha-loud, persistent, and hopelessly in love with her. Everyone says it's a lost cause. That Jeremiah doesn't feel anything. But then there are those moments. A lingering stare. A softened voice. A hand brushing a little too slowly against Lenesha's. Enough to keep her hoping, hurting, and holding on. Because Jeremiah may push her away nine times out of ten... But on that one rare moment, she pulls her back in-without warning, without promise. Lenesha should've stopped a long time ago. But how do you stop chasing someone who sometimes looks at you like they might feel it too?

(I) Elijah Quiel Montero is the kind of student who makes professors question their life choices-talkative, witty, brilliant, approachable, and a natural at making friends wherever she goes. But she's also sharp, driven, and a full scholar with a GPA as high as her voice when she's arguing a point. She's taking up Education, majoring in Mathematics, with a sharp mind and a schedule that leaves no room for distractions. Her goal is clear: graduate with honors, build a solid future, and prove she belongs at the top. Love? Drama? Complications? She doesn't have time for any of that. There's no space for any of that in her color-coded planner. But one impulsive night turns everything upside down. A drink. A stranger. And a kiss that tasted like trouble-the kind she secretly wanted more of. No names. No numbers. No promises. Just one night-and a memory that refuses to fade. She never expected to see that woman again. Especially not as Professor Veymie Saavedra-cold, sophisticated, composed, and terrifying in heels. The new instructor in her major subject. The same woman from that night. Now standing at the front of the room like nothing ever happened. Unreadable. Ruthlessly strict. But Elijah? She doesn't know how to hold back-not her curiosity, not her boldness, not from the tension that crackles between them every time their eyes meet, and definitely not her feelings that are slowly spiraling out of control. Everyone wants a piece of her-boys, girls, even professors sometimes-but the one person she wants? Pretending nothing ever happened. Now, buried beneath lectures, problem sets, tension, and too many stolen glances, is a secret neither of them dares to name. One is pretending to forget. The other... might not want to. Because that night? It might've been a mistake. Or maybe, just maybe-It was the beginning of everything.

(gxg) (rom-com) (wlw) "You are absolutely, totally, completely and precisely not and will not be my type" -Vane